Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Great Day

Well, zowie. After I pressed "Publish Post" and my recurring nightmare became public reading matter, I had a long moment of wondering whether I ought to delete it. As you know if you're a frequent visitor, this blog is seldom a venue for soul-baring. One ought to play to one's strengths, and frankly there are lots of people blogging whose naked souls have more to offer the reading public.

Still, I use this space to clear the occasional emotional blockage. It was indeed kind that so many folks not only indulged the momentary lapse, but also offered comfort, advice, and encouragement. And it's fascinating to hear from others who still break a cold sweat at the sound of "Clean up on Aisle Four!" over a fuzzy loudspeaker.

Today was a terrific day, spent in the company of yarn industry types (mostly independent shop owners, along with a sprinkling of manufacturers, distributors, and sales representatives) who gathered in Chicago for a conference hosted by Yarn Market News. I do illustrations for that charming and useful publication on a regular basis, and when they rolled into town on their Big Wheels they asked me and my little camera to come over and play.

I'm too zonked to do a full report with photographs and tap-dancing alpacas, but I'm too wired to fall asleep without first saying what a positive jolt it is to spend the day (and then dine well) in the company of people whose waking hours revolve around keeping us supplied with yarn, needles, and the sundry impedimenta of the fibery life.

I know well that not every LYS owner is a saint with an encyclopedic knowledge of Cast Ons of All Nations. Nor is every yarn shop the rose-covered cottage we might wish. But this group–they love what they do and are spending several very long days learning to do it even better. As they fly in the face of grim ol' American practicality by supporting creative work in the midst of a yawning recession, I salute them and wish them godspeed.

There should be a little drawing here of eighty shop owners storming the barricades with knitting needles aloft, or maybe raising a cable swatch over Iwo Jima; but when I start wishing people "godspeed" it's time to step away from the keyboard and go to bed. If my prose got any more purple it'd be on television group-hugging a chorus of child actors and singing "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitz." Feh.

Wow. Now I know the reason for the existence of Barney--that was the most adroit and apt reference to him I've ever read. That you can write so well even when you're tired (edging toward purple or not) speaks volumes about your skill.

"his name is my name, too. Whenever we go out, people always shout..."

Oh sheesh now you got that song in my head! I'm glad you had a great day after the nightmare from your teenage days. It's as if the universe is telling you that in your adult life you get to better pick who you travel through life with - in this case wonderful knitters.

I often check you blog, so fun, so insightful. I wouldn't want to be a fellow, ever. My husband comes from a redneck family, and he is a writer/poet. Life can be so cruel. No wonder you have that nightmare, but it's amazing how the human spirit shines through. Slog on! There are so many kindred spirits routing for you!

dear franklin: we are your friends as well as your readers out here; those of us who check in on a daily basis probably feel truly comfortable with that idea and are probably nodding in agreement as they read this. You needed to get that ugly dream off your psyche, it wouldn’t have been good for you to have simply allowed it to retreat, muttering to itself, back into the dark place it hides. Sharing it with the people who read your blog is akin to shining a very big flashlight on it; bad dreams don’t like that. Perhaps it will be a long while before that dream will return. If it does, remember the comments and encouragements from the day before….mary e.

No purple dinosaurs! I remember going to a college class (cue: long, long ago) and seeing one of the vidtechs testing the equipment in the classroom with a Barney video. I'd never seen it before, but felt immediate nausea.

Funnily, it is the same feeling I got when I saw David Hasselhoff playing Dr. Jeckyll.

I'm glad you got to go to the Yarn Market News event. I love going to fiber festivals and yarn-related events--it's so energizing! All the color and texture everywhere, so many people wearing things they made, so much to learn, and such a giving, sharing community. And almost every conversation you might eavesdrop on or happen to overhear is contains some tidbit of yarny goodness! It's the best! I'll be looking forward to reading more about your adventures.

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